I worked for our family doctor (a solo - allowed in those days). It was my second job after training 2 years in college - the background to the NHS, Pitman’s medical shorthand and typing etc. I was therefore the only receptionist 8-5pm at the age of 20y, A lovely older lady did 5-7pm (and our wages - PAYE slip and cash in a small brown envelope).
I loved working for him. He was kind, thoughtful and I learned a lot. Interacting daily with Joe Public on the telephone and opening the little window onto the waiting room (chairs round 3 sides of the large waiting room - it was a huge Victorian house in Old Trafford) could be quite challenging at times to say the least!
I have such fond memories of that job, with such a wonderful man and his family (who lived in the massive house). It taught me to be patient and kind, to really listen and take good notes.
One time I took a message from a patient and after morning surgery I’d make us both a coffee, take in messages with the relevant paper files and my shorthand pad and pen. On this parish occasion the doctor asked me whether such & such had been said. “No” I shrugged “they didn’t say”.
“Ah” he said “that means you didn’t ask”.
A learning curve for a young woman, in so many ways.